Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 266 The Power of Titans! The Heavens Watch

Inside the tent.

Duncan sat cross-legged on a bearskin mat, his chest bare, his muscular body covered in scars. The witch Greya was wiping away his blood and tending to his wounds, but when her slender fingers brushed over his steel-like abdominal muscles, she paused slightly, quietly sensing the terrifying power they contained.

No wonder the goddesses of the ocean have been so eager to follow in their footsteps.

The food was delicious.

"The Death Spear has corrupted your body, but it doesn't matter. I have a way to remove the death curse."

The witch Greya blushed slightly. She had witnessed Duncan kill four chosen gods in a row, a feat extremely rare even in mythology. It would probably not be long before his reputation as the "immortal war god" spread far and wide.

Duncan was seriously injured.

Barbarians are terrifying when they are near death, but ordinary people, let alone near death, need a long time to recover even if they are seriously injured. Barbarians are often crippled to some extent after entering a near-death state, and very few of them can be saved in the end.

It can only be described as a final burst of energy, unleashing all of their life potential. Once the effect of the Undying Frenzy ends, more than 70% of the barbarians will die on the spot.

However, times are changing. With the emergence of the priest profession, barbarians might survive if a priest can save them.

Duncan has regenerative abilities, but even so, he was once seriously injured and on the verge of death. Fortunately, he was blessed by Lady Rage, and after a day of rest, he regained his mobility. However, it was impossible for him to continue fighting; he needed to rest for at least a while.

He recovered from a near-death injury in just a few days, which is an astonishing recovery ability. Even the witch Greya was amazed by his strong physique.

The curse of death.

It's not fatal, but it's troublesome and has other negative effects.

Duncan nodded slowly, looked at Annie Potter beside him, and said in a deep voice, "What's the situation outside?"

The beautiful female pirate glanced at the witch beside her, a hint of jealousy in her expression, but not because of her beauty, but because of the witch's status and influence. She truly didn't know how to heal. Women of this era often possessed a strong sense of the big picture, or perhaps a power-oriented mentality similar to men. Status and rank were paramount; beauty was insignificant. It was common for mistresses to arrange concubines for their husbands to sleep with.

Just like in Spartacus, the mistress of the arena doesn't care how many female slaves her husband sleeps with, or even if the female slaves serve her. She enjoys it, but if anyone threatens her position, she will show her fangs.

Similarly, Annie Porter also desired a higher status.

The ruthless female pirate narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly, "The many city-states of the Lower Gold Coast have completely submitted."

Duncan has already drawn a red line.

They surrendered and then rebelled again.

They massacred the entire city.

The massacre here doesn't just mean the literal meaning; it means that even the temples of the gods were destroyed!
The men of the Montuca Kingdom have all been killed, and the women have all been sold into slavery. The small country where Duncan was intimate with the Thebit River goddess was actually a tribe, and their king and chieftain happily took away thousands of female slaves.

This is Duncan's bottom line. You can fight back bravely, and we can have a fair fight to decide the winner. Since ancient times, the winner has always been king. But if you want to play these tricks, don't blame him for wielding the butcher's knife and going on a killing spree.

After this red line was drawn, many of the subjugated city-states trembled in fear, as they did not want to be massacred and their countries destroyed.

"That's good."

Duncan slowly closed his eyes. The witch Greya glanced at the female pirate beside her, then suddenly handed her the ointment and whispered, "You help me apply it to the wound on his back."

This is a gesture of goodwill and a way to ease tensions.

To the witch Greya, the pirate Annie Potter's hostility was actually ridiculous, because what she really wanted was to become a god, or at least a demigod, because that would mean the beginning of immortality.

May your life be endless, and your youth eternal.

As for other things, she wouldn't mind being a mistress and giving up the position of mistress to someone else. However, in her opinion, the position of mistress next to Duncan is not something that a mere female pirate can hold firmly; there will probably be someone else.

Moreover, in the eyes of the witch Greya, the man before her did not possess much sentimentality, but rather a strong sense of imperial decisiveness and ruthlessness.

The emperor of the empire actually had no emotions.

Unless a woman devoted herself to Duncan during his time of crisis or before he rose to prominence, very few women could ever truly enter the depths of his heart.

A wife who has stood by you through thick and thin is priceless, and that position has already been firmly established.

Even if she's not here, no one can sway her!
As for other seductive methods, Anya smiled without saying a word; who could compare to Aphrodite, the priestess who controlled sexual desire?

Whenever I appear, you are all nothing but concubines. Only Queen Triss can make her obediently lie down.

The female pirate Annie Potter paused for a moment, then took the medicine jar and applied it to Duncan's wound. She roughly understood what the other party meant, but this situation also meant that everything she wanted would have plenty of competitors.

Whether it's her status, position, or beauty, there are too many people who can compete with her!

It's even possible that a deity might personally intervene.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside the tent, and then Hyjal lifted the tent flap and walked in. He was covered in blood and filth, with a horrifying wound on his arm that had already been treated. Hyjal held a dark red spear in one hand and planted it directly into the ground, saying to Duncan, "Your spoils."

"I retrieved it for you."

Necromancer's Spear.

Hyjal chased down and killed several renowned heroes, eventually reclaiming the lost lance.

These days, there's no shortage of people who want to reap the rewards, after all, it's a somewhat famous magical weapon.

Duncan raised his hand, pulled out the spear, looked at it, waved it with one hand, and nodded, saying, "Sit down. Greya will treat your wounds in a bit."

It's impossible for barbarians to fight without getting hurt; they charge forward, howling all the while.

The entire army consisted of vanguard troops.

damn it.

After Duncan became emperor, the military strategies he learned were of little use.

Hyjal sat down, picked up a piece of meat, took a bite, and said while eating, "The walls of the Golden City are high, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to break through. Do you have any ideas?"

When they arrived at the City of Gold, the barbarians were amazed by its towering walls.

"Let's rest for a while and wait for reinforcements."

Duncan raised his glass and clinked it with Haigar's. He was the one who drank the most in his human form, but that was also quite barbaric.

If you don't drink alcohol after winning a battle, won't your blood become cold?
He said in a deep voice, "I am ordering the craftsmen to build catapults."

"But conquering the Golden City will not be easy."

This city is no less formidable than Troy, the city in mythology that was besieged by Greek heroes for ten years. A direct assault would be extremely difficult, and countless lives would be lost.

Hyjal nodded, put down his wine glass, buried his head in eating meat, and finally picked up the potion and drank it all in one gulp.

Although he did not quit drinking, he had learned to control himself.

As he left, Hyjal turned back and said earnestly, "Next time, let me be the vanguard."

"You are the commander-in-chief; you cannot take such a risk!"

This was the first time he had formally acknowledged Duncan's leadership, signifying his willingness to be subordinate and obey Duncan's orders.

The barbarian army was a disorganized mess.

It's not easy to find a hero with leadership skills, so how can we let him risk his life in battle so casually?

Duncan nodded and said, "Okay!"

After receiving Duncan's reply, Haigar smiled slightly, lifted the tent flap, and went outside.

soon.

Duncan was wrapped up like a dumpling. He frowned and casually tore off some bandages, saying, "No need to bandage it so tightly, these wounds won't burst open."

After saying this, he got up and left to inspect the army.

"The Undying War God!"

"Giant Slayer!"

"Quinn, who conquered the kingdom of the deep-sea giants!"

Cheers erupted.

Especially those sea warriors who served Lady Raging Waves looked at Duncan with particularly fanatical eyes. Although the gods of fury were in the same camp, the barbarians' beliefs were free. Often, the more famous and powerful a god was, the more followers he had.

Because of Duncan's appearance, Lady Raging Waves' faith also grew stronger. Even in the epics sung by bards, conquering the sea, slaying sea monsters, and sleeping with sirens became the romantic glory of the barbarians.

The ocean is like a mother's womb; when they enter the ocean, it's like returning to amniotic fluid, and they will never drown.

The slang of barbarians is very crude.

In short, the barbarians crave showing off, crave glory, crave being celebrated, and crave leaving behind a legendary reputation.

Posthumous name.

It is their immortal achievement in their short lives.

Lady Raging Waves' beliefs have changed slightly; she seems to have begun to compare the sea to a mother, bestowing abundant catches, and so on.

Duncan inspected the entire camp. The barbarians had suffered considerable casualties, mainly due to a lack of discipline. If these barbarians had the discipline of the Roman army, they would have been a killing machine in this era.

Morale is available.

After returning to his tent, Duncan fell into deep thought. How to fight the next battle was a problem, and to what extent to fight it was also a problem.

It is impossible to directly destroy the pantheon of the Gold Coast.

To achieve this, the raging gods would have to personally intervene. In this world, completely severing the foundations of real-world faith is definitely not as easy as in World One.

"That is to achieve results." "To fight until the raging gods are satisfied."

Duncan couldn't help but think of Prames's transformation. This guy looked weak, but he had an ominous aura and was extremely difficult to kill. Hyjal had chased him for a long time, but he still managed to escape.

Within dimensional space.

Duncan's will returned, and he checked his human host's new abilities.

—“Titan Power (Transcendent Divine Power): The beginning of divine transformation. You awaken the power of a giant, like that of a Titan, a power that transcends the boundaries of the material plane. When people believe that you can move mountains and fill seas with brute force, you can reverse the laws of reality, as if divine power were changing reality, directly lifting mountains with brute force.”

(Strength cap temporarily exceeded 50 points.)
(You can achieve extraordinary power [alter reality] through brute force, transcending the basic laws of matter in a miraculous manner.)
This must be the true power of the mythical giants.

In the East, that would be equivalent to the Kuafu race; in the West, it would be equivalent to a direct descendant of the Titans.

However, Duncan can only enter this state when he is near death and unleashes his potential in dire situations. He cannot keep himself seriously injured and near death all the time, and he cannot achieve this under normal circumstances.

"Why does it feel like the power of my thinking?"

"What do you mean by saying that if people believe I can do it, then I can move mountains and fill seas with brute force?"

"The power of faith?"

This touches on Duncan's blind spot: the gods of faith have only existed for a few hundred years, and even other ancient gods are unaware of the abilities of many of these gods.

However, according to legend, the gods are not so easy to die; their true forms can merge with the divine kingdom.

In this primitive era, the system of divine arts had not yet been fully formed.

Many divine spells are still under development.

The abilities that most gods can bestow upon priests come from the domains they govern. Beyond that, even the gods cannot do anything, and there is nothing like a magic net that can be used. Casting spells requires ritual blessing and the consent of the gods to borrow their power.

This is like an Eastern ritual to invoke the gods; if the gods ignore you, it's useless no matter how much you pray.

Even in Eastern magic, if you want to invoke a deity, you have to offer three sticks of incense regularly so that the deity will respond promptly when you invoke it at the crucial moment.

This is the standard of piety for priests.

After treating the wound, the witch Greya turned and left. Before leaving, she said meaningfully, "Don't do strenuous exercise, don't ride a horse, and don't rush to treat superficial wounds, but the wound in your chest could burst open at any time."

After saying that, she gave a meaningful glance to the beautiful female pirate next to her.

I'm talking about you.

Duncan was pierced through the chest by the Necromancer's Gun, and even with regeneration, it wouldn't be easy for him to fully recover.

—"Death Curse: You killed the gods of the ancient Egyptian death pantheon and seized their death power. They will not easily give up their revenge, and you may be attacked by creatures from the underworld at any time. Other enemies of the death cult may also try to assassinate you."

The human form has a negative mark on its body.

Duncan wasn't too concerned, after all, wouldn't an enemy delivered to his doorstep just strengthen him?
After the witch Greya left, the beautiful female pirate knelt down next to Duncan. She looked hesitant, but Duncan simply patted her bottom, and she obediently tied up her hair and lowered her head.

We can't move it, but there are other ways.

He simply won't move.

It's such a small matter, how could someone be stumped by such a small problem?
The night is getting darker.

A strange figure suddenly appeared. He was almost completely invisible, blending into the shadows of the military camp, looking like a living person, yet also like a dead person.

As the incantation was whispered, strands of sand transformed into shadows and scattered outwards.

soon.

The eerie figure then crept towards Duncan's tent.

—Ghost Assassin - Nibhepotl Huff (5-star silver-gray)!
Within dimensional space.

Duncan was immediately jolted awake by the battle. He was least afraid of assassins because once he was targeted by killing intent, he would immediately enter a higher-dimensional perspective.

"They actually dared to come!"

Duncan patted the female pirate beside him, and she instantly opened her eyes, sat up, drew the rapier from the bedside, and said in a low voice, "Something's up?"

Pirates are constantly on the move and are extremely vigilant.

Over the years, she only dared to sleep soundly when she was sleeping next to Duncan.

Duncan pointed to the Necromancer's Gun beside him, indicating that she should take it for him.

hum.

After taking the Necromancer's Spear, the gun trembled slightly. Duncan stood up, stretched his limbs, and then gripped the spear, assuming a javelin-throwing stance.

In an instant!
boom.

A streak of blood-red lightning ripped through the sky, piercing the tent, soaring hundreds of meters into the air, and penetrating the wooden fence not far away, impaling a strange figure that had been stealthily approaching and pinning it to the wall.

The Necromancer's Spear pierced through the skull.

Even legendary experts died instantly, without any chance to react, leaving only a pair of bewildered and terrified eyes.

Duncan sat down, patted the beautiful female pirate's buttocks, and gestured for her to take back the Necromancer's Spear.

Without the Celtic recycling rune, you have to pick it up yourself after throwing it out.

Annie Potter's expression was filled with horror, as well as deep awe and worship. She pulled the Necromancer's Spear from the wall, glanced at the unfortunate man who had died instantly, and returned to her tent with the blood-stained spear in her hand.

It was only at this moment that the commotion attracted the attention of the patrolling barbarians.

No matter how many come, Duncan kills them all.

Duncan was genuinely worried they wouldn't dare come; raiding battalions weren't so easy these days because the soldiers were physically stronger.

Even if he can't kill them instantly, the barbarians can still chop the legendary powerhouse into mincemeat.

Several days passed quickly.

While Duncan led his army to besiege the Golden City, things were quietly changing in the distant Storm Islands.

Don't know when.

The statue of Amazon Queen Oretia has been toppled and replaced by a statue of a valiant goddess holding a spear and shield. She looks somewhat like the goddess of wisdom, Athena, but her face is more somber, even possessing a cold and dark quality reminiscent of a primordial deity, much like the Celtic gods that Duncan once encountered.

Athena in a corrupted form, with the face of the goddess Sulis.

Duncan's repeated victories drew the attention of the raging gods to the Gold Coast, while the faith of the goddess Sulis quietly infiltrated the Amazon tribes.

This couldn't really be called stealing the base; it was more like the raging gods wanted to farm the jungle, but while they were fighting the big monster, their jungle was stolen.

The statue of Queen Oretia stood like a guard beside the statue of the goddess Suleiman. The new statue was smaller and more distinct, resembling a demigod enshrined in the temple. Suleiman hadn't been idle either; after all, Athena was a goddess of war, her martial prowess among Zeus's children was top-tier.

She hunted down an indigenous god of the Storm Islands and directly replaced him as the source of faith for nearby tribes.

Nowadays, besides Amazonian warriors, there are many cats and priestesses who serve them, suggesting that a weak deity from the Gold Coast has moved their sect here.

Winter in the Golden Desert.

Amidst a vast expanse of yellow sand, an elite nomadic army appeared on the border of a small country in the Far East. They were well-equipped and highly skilled horsemen. As their leader drew his elven warbow, a merciless massacre gradually began.

Thousands of nomads galloped like the wind, their replicas of elven war bows—the new generation of steppe war bows—were extremely lethal. Arrows rained down on the enemy, while the nomads themselves remained unscathed.

In a shootout, you can't outshoot the elves? And you can't outshoot them either?
Infantrymen who encounter mounted archers are trapped in a dead end; they can neither catch up nor escape, nor can they outshoot them. They can only be outmaneuvered and killed.

Few soldiers could maintain their morale under such circumstances, and the equipment of the time was insufficient to withstand a hail of arrows.

As the enemy gradually crumbled, the fierce leader drew his scimitar. Their equipment was far superior to that of this era, as if they had acquired the technology of the Central Plains elves. With hundreds of cavalrymen galloping wildly, they slaughtered the rabble of thousands of men as easily as killing chickens and dogs.

Nomadic people raided local areas, and they especially liked to rob artisans and craftsmen.

They also gained something from their trip to the Central Plains.

In the name of Heaven!

"Those who submit will be spared!"

The entire battle raged like a storm, then abruptly ended, leaving only scattered limbs and broken bodies. These steppe warriors were incredibly brave and ruthlessly annihilated a small country.

Behind them, a shaman listens to the whispers of the wind and the murmurs of all spirits.

He seemed unable to understand some of the meanings.

"His Majesty……"

"Whom do all spirits address as His Majesty?... Is it the great Khan?..."

"Heaven above."

Please give me guidance.

There was no response from any of the spirits, and the heavens seemed to be silent, deep in thought. Only the wind from the grasslands blew towards the distant coastline.

Last time, they lost.

This time they are pondering whether they should once again become enemies with that emperor.

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(End of this chapter)